Broken (Billionaire's Blood Slave 2) Read Free

haze of his feeding mingled
with the damp air, the scent of orchids. She ground against him,
mewling, not caring that he would know what a slut she was. Knight
was moaning too but she could barely hear it. There was only the
furnace heat of his body. The harness pulled at her skin as he
dragged her to the chair and forced her down onto it, manipulating
her warm, pliant body until he lay on top of her. He crushed her
down in a way that she tried desperately not to enjoy, but the
sheer power of his hard muscles was irresistible.
    His rough hands slipped over the damp skin of
her thighs, forcing them apart to expose the glistening crevice
between. He’d already opened his pants, and now the rigid tip of
his cock rubbed against the liquid center of her pleasure. She
realized with dim horror that she was wet for him, so wet that the
secret juncture of her thighs was spilling hot trickles down her
leg.
    Please, no, stop, she tried to say,
but all that came out was a whimper of desire. Her back arched,
thrusting her hips toward the caressing tip of his cock.
    He thrust. His cock was thick, hard, and hot
as molten steel, surging into her paralyzed body. It speared into
her slit so roughly and suddenly that she screamed, thrashing
against him. Her hands twisted uselessly at her sides, fighting
against the binding cuffs.
    “Lie still, slave,” Knight growled, his voice
raw with desire.
    The huge cock flexed inside her, forcing
deeper into her battered tunnel. She might have been wet for him
but her mind made her clench down against the violation, whining as
his drove himself deeper. She felt every inch painfully as he
rammed it into her slit.
    He snarled, thrusting viciously. Each stroke
hammered her down into the soft padding of the chaise,
reverberating through her bound body. The pain and pleasure of his
abuse twisted through her, dragging a gasp from her lips. It grew
stronger every second that he fucked her, pushing her harder and
faster.
    “You wanted me,” Knight breathed hot at her
ear, “So come. I know you want to.”
    His hand slipped down between her legs, his
fingers forked around the thick shaft of his cock to rub her slit.
His touch was mercilessly rough, grinding over the risen nub of her
clit until she screamed, but at the same time she was tumbling down
into an orgasm she could no longer resist. Her heart seemed to
stop, and her whole body shuddered as the first waves rocked her.
She could hear herself screaming, unable to even control herself.
Tears slid hot over her cheeks, and in the soft tunnel of her sex a
sizzling liquid flowed, drenching the hilt of his cock, rubbing
over her thighs and belly. She was clenching down hard over that
massive shaft.
    That tight grip of her flinching pussy was
enough to put Knight over the edge. He choked out a gasp, digging
his nails into her tender flesh to hold her beneath him. Alice
squealed, but no matter how hard she thrashed away from his
invading cock Knight pinned her down effortlessly. His seed spurted
into her in a hot rush, flooding her channel. Suddenly he yanked
himself out, still coming in thick white spurts that rained down
over her belly and breasts. His seed coating her in glorious
warmth, gleaming white against her ivory skin. Knight reached down,
groaning, to slick his hand along the shaft. The last few drops
spattered hot over her, sticky flecks that landed on her fevered
flesh and the harness and clung there as evidence of his
violation.
    He recovered almost instantly,
unsurprisingly. With one hand he brushed back the damp tangle of
her hair. The touch made her shiver, the sensation mingling with
her afterglow in a way she couldn’t help but enjoy. His fingers
gently unstuck a golden curl that had clung to her lips. Alice
could only moan, curled up shaking on the chaise and spattered with
his seed, feeling used up and empty. Her sopping cunt still
clenched, each time aching as if her body wanted his cock back
inside. Now that it was over, she felt so